Are we there yet?
The last rwo weeks have been like a coast to coast ride in a car with a speed governor set to 55, nothing but Twinkies wrappers, Coke cans, coffee cups, and empty cigarette packs, so deep you can't see your shoes, littering the floor, and a dead cylinder pounding through every bone in your body, urging the car on to make it till the end of the journey.
I'm counting down the mile markers now, and I see in the distance a fog, which seems to be thinning out as the sun rises.
The long, cold journey into the night is finally over.
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